The Little World

Toy cars in the world. That’s what the sideline headline said.

Well, there we have it, Folks. The Facebook flash that tells you all you needed to know about monomaniacal greed. It may not have the eye-stopping power of the one about the fossilised Viking turd or the emotional appeal of the dewy-eyed kitten marching on parliament, but it is a link to someone’s mind. And if you are wise you will sever it.

Toy cars are fun. I have a room full of them, and I take them out and use them as models for photographs. They are also valuable, but only to the extent of their original price – and since I throw away the packaging, that can never be recovered. No matter – I have my fun playing with them in an adult and responsible way. Few have been crashed against the legs of the sofa and I do not leave them out in the sand-pit. That’ll come later in my dotage.

But what I hope will never come is the money-centred dealerism of the ” most valuable ” post. All the toy cars in that link were just that; toy cars. And their purpose in life was not be be collected and valued and sold and worshipped. It was to be played with.

We already had a movie with One Ring To Rule Them All and much good it did Gollum. Precious can be a damned awful thing.